Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Chapter 472 [Daily Life] 2

"Qin Ping, where's your report? I notified you last night, why haven't you sent it to me yet? Don't you want to do this anymore?!"

Feng Lan listened to the insults from the other end of the phone in confusion, frowned and said, "Sorry, you dialed the wrong number." Not wanting to hear any more rude words, she hung up the phone.

"This is insane! It's only six o'clock!" Feng Lan felt that she had already woken up early enough. Are workers now working longer hours than she did in school?! This is terrible! She should stay away from such a job!

Feng Lan hung up the inexplicable phone call. When she returned to the living room, the news had turned into the weather forecast. She went into the kitchen and saw that the four eggs were a little mushy and the milk in the microwave was heated up. Feng Lan ate them up and hurried to the door. She barely found a pair of sneakers among the high heels and put them on to go out.

She should go wait for the bus.

Feng Lan is a very studious student. It is only 6:41, and there are still nine minutes left. She can use this time standing by the platform to memorize her textbook.

Feng Lan blinked blankly and found that she was actually confused about the text and didn't even have much impression in her mind.

She had clearly learned a text that needed to be memorized just yesterday, but no matter how hard she searched in her rusty brain, there was only a blank that frightened the student.

Who washed away her knowledge!

Feng Lan suddenly felt difficulty breathing, and the hunger in her stomach was no longer noticeable. After trying to recall something in vain, she even wanted to take a book out of her schoolbag to review.

But when he raised his hand, Feng Lan found that the style of the backpack he was carrying was a little strange.

A Chanel-style leather shoulder bag, without many patterns, in the most classic solid color.

“What an ugly schoolbag!”

But for a student, capacity and animation are the ultimate killers. This bare, impractical, and easily bumped backpack is simply ugly! Feng Lan's bad mood got even worse!

Worse things happened. 6:50 came and she didn't wait for the bus that was supposed to come at this time!

学校上课时间是8:10，但是班级7:20开始就有早读，所以风岚迟到的死线是7:20！

She hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to continue waiting or walk to school for twenty-five minutes. Feng Lan waited for two minutes, hoping for a lucky break.

"Maybe the bus is late?"

Feng Lan comforted herself and she no longer cared about the ugly schoolbag. She stared at the corner of the street, waiting for the bus that should have arrived on time as usual.

6: 55.

Feng Lan was extremely anxious as she still hadn't waited for the bus, so she could only reluctantly pay out a huge sum of 5 yuan to take a taxi.

"what?"

Feng Lan opened her eyes wide in surprise when she took out a stack of credit cards and dozens of dollars from her schoolbag.

When did she put so much money in her bag?!

How did she manage to save so much money quietly?!

Feng Lan happily took a taxi with this unexpected money and successfully arrived at the school gate at seven o'clock. He entered the school leisurely with a large number of classmates.

It’s just that most of the other students are a bit short.

Feng Lan glanced over and saw that most of the students were only as tall as her shoulders or neck. A few of them were half a head taller than her, with long arms and legs. They looked like good candidates to become athletes in the future.

I don’t know if it’s because I got up too early, but after the excitement in the morning, my mind, which had been very calm, felt dizzy and my complexion became even worse after entering the school. In the huge campus, no one said a word, and they just walked to their respective classrooms in silence.

Feng Lan's eyes were sore. The morning wind was cold and strong. Not only did it not wake her up, but it made her miss the warm bed even more.

After walking up a few flights of stairs, Feng Lan looked at the steps and had a subtle illusion that she was going higher and higher.

“abandon abandon…”

Grade 3 () class.

Feng Lan heard the reading sounds in the classroom and knew that this morning's self-study class belonged to the English teacher. When she opened the classroom door and faced the brand new classroom, she was confused for a moment.

Brand new walls, neat windows and curtains, air conditioners on the wall, marble floors, and the up-to-date X-Wo projection on the blackboard. Feng Lan felt that classrooms didn't seem to look like this.

Should, should... She frowned and hesitated for a moment, then her mind became even more dizzy, and she sat down in her seat amid the eerily orderly sound of reading.

At 7:17, almost all the students had arrived. Feng Lan took out a book from her desk and started reading along with the other students in an accent that didn't seem quite authentic.

At 7:20, the English teacher in charge of morning reading also arrived in the classroom. She looked around and was satisfied to see that all the students were reciting seriously. Suddenly, her eyes moved to a classmate who was standing out of place.

"Student Qin Yuanxiang, why are you standing alone? Where are your desk and stool?"

The recitation in the classroom stopped, and everyone's eyes turned to Qin Yuanxiang who was standing at the back of the classroom.

Fifteen-year-old Qin Yuanxiang held a book with a confused look on her face. "Teacher, I don't know where my desk and chair are."

"

This…” The English teacher was also confused, so he had to ask two students to register and then bring a new stool for the student.

This is really strange, Feng Lan thought, how could someone's position suddenly disappear?

She touched her pounding heart, her breathing was heavy, and she felt a panic in her heart that she couldn't explain, but her mind was blank no matter how hard she thought. The more she thought, the more her head ached as if it were being pricked by needles.

Or just stop studying and go home!

An idea popped up in Feng Lan's mind. For a moment, she was a little moved, but was blocked by reality.

But it’s just one day of missing school, it’s not a big deal!

Feng Lan's mind was in a mess and she couldn't memorize the words. Her eyes wandered from the textbook to other students in the classroom.

To be honest, Feng Lan thought she had a good memory, but she actually had no impression of anyone in the classroom!

Including the teacher sitting on the podium.

A strange classroom, strange classmates, strange teachers. When Feng Lan thought about it carefully, she actually felt that this school was a little strange.

She's already reading here...

Feng Lan was silent. She couldn't remember how long she had studied here, one year, two years? The only thing she remembered was that she was a student in Class 2 (3) of Senior High School.

Feng Lan's mind was in a mess. She subconsciously touched her fingers, but did not feel the callus on her middle finger. She remembered that she had a bad writing habit and always wrote very hard, so there was a callus on the side of her middle finger.

Feng Lan lowered her head and saw her smooth, white hands. She looked at them inch by inch and inexplicably felt that they looked a little old. She widened her eyes and a trace of confusion seemed to flash before her eyes.

These hands were not as delicate and firm as those of a fourteen or fifteen year old child. Although they were white, they were a little loose. Most importantly, Feng Lan saw manicure on the hands. The long pink nails were impossible for a student to do!

Feng Lan touched the manicure on her hands, her breathing became rapid, and her pupils dilated.

Who is she?